Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

"Open your eyes an fucking reject thay bitch." Beatrice and I could only watch as Silver closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "You betrayed me." He whispered with his eyes still closed. "You betrayed me." He repeated a few more times before he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to glare at Maxwell. Maxwell tensed under his brother's glare and so did I. The color of Silver's eyes changed and his wolf was about to rip out of him. I'd expected his wolf's presence. But what I did not expect is to see Silver's eyes turn, not golden, but Red.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

I didn’t understand why the magic was activating now. I slowly faced the mirror completely in the dark. I looked at my face in the faint glass. I looked at my hair, nose, and mouth. I looked into my eyes. They were blue, always had been. A pale blue, like the sunny sky. But as I watched in the dark mirror, something changed fast and suddenly. For a split second, my eyes flashed bright silver. The same silver as the King’s eyes. A shocking, brilliant light in the darkness. It wasn’t from the moonlight, it came from inside me and shone outward. The color was strong and intense.

While Lucas was being inspected by Esmeralda for any more signs of poison. "You wouldn't want to know," Anna answered. The same color of amber deep brownish eyes looking back at her sadly. "She knew?" Rie questioned. Alarmed. "Courtesy of Ruby the whore." Alexie spat out the words like venom. "Don't worry. They will figure it out." Olivia assured them. "She might hate us." The Lycan Queen grumbled. "Anna Michelle is sensible with a backbone of steel. I know. We got it from you." She embraced her lycan sister, hoping she was right. Then she remembered something. "Where the fuck is Ruby?"

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

My hands moved with clinical precision, sweeping essential supplies into the bag: concentrated antibiotics, surgical kits, and several vials of Liquid Silver. Then, my eyes landed on a small, unassuming box of amber glass bottles—synthetic pigment drops used for ocular reconstruction after trauma. Silas used these himself whenever he traveled into the human world to make the business deals that expanded his pack’s wealth; they were the only thing that could mask his predatory silver eyes, turning them a dull, unremarkable brown for an entire day. I didn't know why I was taking them, but something deep inside me urged me to shove the entire box into my bag.

He shifts mid-run, the dire wolf ripping free of his skin with a roar that rattles the windows. The wolf is huge. Bigger than anything natural. Silver-black fur bristling, eyes steel-blue and glowing. He hits the corridor and takes one look at the bodies. Then his gaze snaps to the bedroom. To Seralyth. To me standing between her and the door like a damn fortress. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His wolf moves toward the other end of the hall, cutting off their retreat. Elowen appears a second later—already in motion, already deadly precise. He shifts without drama, a pale predator tearing free like a blade unsheathed. Snow leopard, silver-grey fur, ice-blue eyes. Beautiful and vicious

She just stood there, blade lowered at her side, breathing as though the world had just collapsed on her shoulders and she was trying to hold it up with trembling hands. I forced myself forward, each step a punishment, my side bleeding, ribs grinding, vision tunneling. Every instinct I had was screaming to reach her, shield her, pull her away from all of this. But the rogues noticed. Every single pair of feral eyes turned toward me. The silver wolf. The outsider and enemy who had nearly killed their king. A few wolves growled low, threatening. One tried to step forward. Rowan blocked him with a snarl. Elias's blade glinted near the throat of another who twitched the wrong way. But none of th

For a little while, it was just us and the forest. When Alexa finally slowed down, I noticed a lake ahead, its water so clear it looked like glass. “Wow, look at that,” I said through the mindlink, my voice soft with awe. Alexa padded closer, her paws silent on the soft earth, until we reached the edge of the lake. I caught her reflection in the water, and my breath hitched. She was a silver wolf, her fur shimmering like moonlight, with patches of white woven through it. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned. Silver and white wolves were rare—almost unheard of. I’d never seen one in person, and now here I was, staring at my own wolf. “We’re rare, Alexa. Did you know that?”

The air in the sacred Silver Moon clearing was thick with anticipation, the howls of gathered wolves echoing like a song of hope and grief. The ruins of their past packs felt like ancient scars, yet this new congregation exuded a sense of rebirth. Iris stood at the center, her golden and shadowed aura blending, balancing light and dark as the moonlight caressed her face. In her arms, her twin children cooed softly—one with eyes glowing pure silver, the other with an unsettling but beautiful onyx hue.